The evening sun was glintin' bright on Invermay's sweet glen and stream

The rocks and woods in ruddy licht were kythin' like a fairy dream,

In loving fear I took my gate, to seek the tryst that happy day,

Wi' bonny Mary, young and blate, amang the Birks o' Invermay.

 

We stray'd beside yon wanderin' stream and talked wi' herts that overflowed,

Until the sun's last setting beam amang the treetops moved and glowed.

I pitied all beneath the skies, ay even kings for all their sway,

In raptures I beheld her eyes, amang the Birks o' Invermay.

 

It wasna till the sklent moonshine was glancin' deep in Mary's e'e,

That a' in tears she said "I'm thine" and ever will be true to thee,

Ae kiss, the lover's pledge and then, we spak o' a' that lovers say,

Syne lingered hamewards through the glen, amang the Birks o' Invermay.